|snarryswapmod (snarryswapmod) wrote in snarry_swap,|
@ 2007-01-06 03:56:00
|Entry tags:||creation: fic, lilpadfoot16, rated: nc-17|
Happy Daft Day cock_a_snook!
Title: Dear Diary
Warnings: dub con, bdsm, S&M, bottom!Harry, verydominate!Snape, first-time, AU (disregards HBP)
Prompt/Summary: see above, plus NC-17, AU, magical world not necessary
Author's Note: This is an AU fic and disregards the happenings of HBP, though it skips ahead to the very end of Harry’s seventh year.
Harry rifled frantically through his trunk at the foot of his bed. Though the trunk had once been neatly packed in preparation for leaving Hogwarts for the last time, its contents now lay in disarray on the floor.
His journal -- one that held his most private thoughts -- was gone.
Where had he left it? If certain people, especially one Potions Master, then he would be done for.
For months he’d been crushing on Snape, and had taken to writing down his thoughts, or rather, things he’d like to have Snape do to him. It had proven to be a much better remedy than wanking every night to the thought of Snape.
Snape would kill him if he found it. There was no way that Snape was even remotely interested in him, not to mention the slight problem of Snape being one of Voldemort’s Death Eaters.
One of his year-mates finding his journal wouldn’t even come close to as bad as if Snape found it.
Harry shook his head. Either way, he was done for.
I had another dream about him tonight.
My hands were tied to the headboard of his bed with rope -- no magic at all -- and he was whipping me. I wish that those harsh red marks he left on my arse in the dream were real.
I want him to fuck me -- hard. I don’t want to leave Hogwarts as a seventeen year old virgin, probably the only one of my year. I’m pretty sure I am the only one. Even Neville’s gotten with somebody.
There’s always Moaning Myrtle, I know she likes me, but I’d rather have Snape any day. Or rather, I would rather let Snape have me. Every fucking inch of me.
Class with him was almost unbearable today. That dream I had, coupled with his voice… It’s a good thing robes can hide a lot, though it was murder not being able to ask to go to the bathroom and solve my problem.
If only I could just go up to him and ask him to fuck me. Ha. He’d laugh in my face before dragging me off to the Headmaster’s office to turn me in for fantasizing about a teacher.
Snape finished reading the passage with a small frown. He must have some damn good luck, picking up a journal full of sexual fantasies about him. And of course, there would be no name on it anywhere.
Whose journal could it be?
It would have to be a seventh year, and judging by the use of Longbottom’s first name, not a Slytherin. A Ravenclaw wouldn’t be stupid enough to leave a journal lying around, and neither would a Hufflepuff. It had to belong to a Gryffindor.
Snape recalled a pair of brilliantly green eyes always darting quickly to the owner’s cauldron during many of his classes the previous year and arched an eyebrow.
Harry Potter, lusting after his Potions Professor? If indeed it were the truth, he could certainly fulfill a few of the boy’s fantasies. But that would never happen. Potter was a student and he was a teacher. Fraternizing with students in that way would be a phenomenally bad idea.
Oh, bloody hell.
He set the journal on his desk and reached for a bottle of Firewhisky. He might as well have a glass or two before bed. It might take his mind off a certain boy wizard.
Harry stood up suddenly. He knew what he had to do. He was going to go right down to the dungeons and see if Snape had his journal. He had to learn how to deal with the real world, and he might as well start now. He straightened his robes and headed out of the dorm and down to the dungeons.
Snape was started out of sleep by his wards alerting him to someone entering his classroom. He quickly got out of bed and donned his robes to go see what was going on.
Snape slunk down the corridor and to his classroom. He door hung slightly ajar and he could see movement inside.
He carefully slid inside the room and saw Potter carefully examining the room. Snape moved into a shadowy corner and flicked his wand, letting the door shut and lock itself.
Potter spun around, his eyes wide, and looked towards the doorway. He frowned when he noticed that the door was shut.
Snape smirked as Potter went over and tried to open the door.
The frown on Potter’s face slid away and was replaced with fear as the boy realized that he was locked in. He pulled out his wand and started trying all sorts of unlocking charms, none of which worked.
Of course he wasn’t going to be able to use a simple unlocking charm on the door. It would let miscreants get inside, but not out. Useful for trapping the little brats.
“Fuck,” said Potter and kicked the door.
‘Fuck, exactly,’ thought Snape as he dimmed the lights and slid closer to Potter.
Within moments, he had both of Potter’s wrists in his left hand, Potter’s wand in his pocket, and Potter himself pushed against the wall.
“Be careful what you wish for, Potter,” he growled into the boy’s ear. He took a step forward and ground his erection into the curve of the boy’s arse as he added, “it might come true.”
Snape conjured ropes and used them to tie Potter’s hands together. He then conjured up a strip of black cloth to blindfold him with. He took the boy’s arm and led him over to the secret passage to his quarters.
Inside his bedroom, Snape untied Potter, but only long enough to push him down on the bed and tie his wrists to the headboard. He removed the blindfold and began removing Potter’s clothes -- without magic.
As he pulled off the boy’s trousers and underwear, he ran his hands down the smooth skin of Potter’s arse. He felt Potter shiver slightly and moved a finger to just barely rub along Potter’s arsehole, just enough to make him jump. He ran his hands up Potter’s legs and back up to his arse. He pulled the two smooth globes of Potter’s arse apart and gently blew before reaching down and licking him. Potter moaned and squirmed in response.
“That’s nothing compared to what I’m going to do,” Snape said and reached with his tongue once more before moving his hands around Potter’s hips and to where his already hard cock lay pressed into the bed. He carefully stroked Potter before abandoning his cock to smack his arse. Potter moaned again, so he smacked him two, three times, until his hand was imprinted with harsh red marks.
Snape deftly caught the jar of lubricant and used it to generously coat his right hand. He set the jar aside and turned back to Potter’s arse.
He used his left hand to separate Potter’s arsecheeks and carefully stroked his arsehole with a single finger before slipping it inside. Potter’s appreciative moans encouraged Snape, so he pushed it in further before crooking it to rub against the spot he knew would make Potter squirm. Potter not only squirmed, he pushed himself backwards, onto Snape’s finger more.
“More,” panted Harry.
Snape was all too happy too oblige, adding a second finger, then a third. Potter was taking his first time quite well.
Feeling that Potter was as prepared as he could make him, Snape retrieved the lubricant and coated his cock in it. He slowly penetrated Potter’s anus, enjoying Potter’s moans of delight. Once was completely in, he gave Potter a moment to adjust before pulling out and thrusting back in.
It wasn’t long before they had both come and lay limply on the bed.
“That was fucking amazing,” said Potter.
“Don’t worry, there’s more to come, if you want to,” said Snape.
“Are you kidding? I’m definitely up for more of that,” said Potter.